| ACT I SCENE I | Alexandria. A room in CLEOPATRA's palace. | |
| | Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO | |
| PHILO | Nay, but this dotage of our general's | |
| | O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes, | |
| | That o'er the files and musters of the war | |
| | Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, | 5 |
| | The office and devotion of their view | |
| | Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart, | |
| | Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst | |
| | The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper, | |
| | And is become the bellows and the fan | 10 |
| | To cool a gipsy's lust. | |
| | Flourish. Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, her Ladies,the Train, with Eunuchs fanning her | |
| | Look, where they come: | |
| | Take but good note, and you shall see in him. | |
| | The triple pillar of the world transform'd | |
| | Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see. | 15 |
| CLEOPATRA | If it be love indeed, tell me how much. | |
| MARK ANTONY | There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd. | |
| CLEOPATRA | I'll set a bourn how far to be beloved. | |
| MARK ANTONY | Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth. | |
| | Enter an Attendant | |
| Attendant | News, my good lord, from Rome. | 20 |
| MARK ANTONY | Grates me: the sum. | |
| CLEOPATRA | Nay, hear them, Antony: | |
| | Fulvia perchance is angry; or, who knows | |
| | If the scarce-bearded Caesar have not sent | |
| | His powerful mandate to you, 'Do this, or this; | 25 |
| | Take in that kingdom, and enfranchise that; | |
| | Perform 't, or else we damn thee.' | |
| MARK ANTONY | How, my love! | |
| CLEOPATRA | Perchance! nay, and most like: | |
| | You must not stay here longer, your dismission | 30 |
| | Is come from Caesar; therefore hear it, Antony. | |
| | Where's Fulvia's process? Caesar's I would say? both? | |
| | Call in the messengers. As I am Egypt's queen, | |
| | Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine | |
| | Is Caesar's homager: else so thy cheek pays shame | 35 |
| | When shrill-tongued Fulvia scolds. The messengers! | |
| MARK ANTONY | Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch | |
| | Of the ranged empire fall! Here is my space. | |
| | Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alike | |
| | Feeds beast as man: the nobleness of life | 40 |
| | Is to do thus; when such a mutual pair | |
| | Embracing | |
| | And such a twain can do't, in which I bind, | |
| | On pain of punishment, the world to weet | |
| | We stand up peerless. | |
| CLEOPATRA | Excellent falsehood! | 45 |
| | Why did he marry Fulvia, and not love her? | |
| | I'll seem the fool I am not; Antony | |
| | Will be himself. | |
| MARK ANTONY | But stirr'd by Cleopatra. | |
| | Now, for the love of Love and her soft hours, | 50 |
| | Let's not confound the time with conference harsh: | |
| | There's not a minute of our lives should stretch | |
| | Without some pleasure now. What sport tonight? | |
| CLEOPATRA | Hear the ambassadors. | |
| MARK ANTONY | Fie, wrangling queen! | 55 |
| | Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh, | |
| | To weep; whose every passion fully strives | |
| | To make itself, in thee, fair and admired! | |
| | No messenger, but thine; and all alone | |
| | To-night we'll wander through the streets and note | 60 |
| | The qualities of people. Come, my queen; | |
| | Last night you did desire it: speak not to us. | |
| | Exeunt MARK ANTONY and CLEOPATRA withtheir train | |
| DEMETRIUS | Is Caesar with Antonius prized so slight? | |
| PHILO | Sir, sometimes, when he is not Antony, | |
| | He comes too short of that great property | 65 |
| | Which still should go with Antony. | |
| DEMETRIUS | I am full sorry | |
| | That he approves the common liar, who | |
| | Thus speaks of him at Rome: but I will hope | |
| | Of better deeds to-morrow. Rest you happy! | 70 |
| | Exeunt | |